The following essay by 4th grader Han-saem seemed exceptionally charming. I reproduce it with spelling and grammatical errors uncorrected.
today, I made book. because it’s Homework over the vacation. I
have paper, glue, colored pencil, and scissors.
I’m cut into strips paper by scissor and painted with colored pencil on
the upside. Finally, I’m cheak but … oh my god!!! this is strange because it
is a dream ㅠㅠ
This is a child to whom I can most definitely relate – dreaming of making books.
